Sam asked Evan as they walked from the doctor’s office to Dude Miller’s house. Before Evan could reply, Jubal said, “I remember her. Yellow-haired gal, right?” “Yellow-haired child, by my remembrance,” Sam said. “I don’t think she was more than seven or eight when I left.” “She was a little older than that when I saw her last,” Evan said, “and she was pretty.” “When I left she was over twenty,” Jubal said, “and she was still pretty.” “Look at the gleam in the kid’s eye, Evan.” “I said, don’t call me—” “Well what the hell do you want us to call you?” Evan asked. “Jubal,” the younger brother said. “My name’s Jubal, ain’t it?” “It sure is, kid,” Sam said. “Jesus…” Jubal said. Walking through town they found themselves the center of attention.
